thursday 10 may 02001 10:40am
chapter four: the entrance of po

jim snores lightly in the bed. the one called oh is out on the porch chasing flies. po is perched on the edge of my desk, waiting, again, for breakfast. the endless morning. again and again and always i am here at my desk, jim asleep nearby, the cats awaiting breakfast. po is furry and small beside me. he yawns sweetly, his jaws part, revealing long, sharp fangs.